Back in the Saddle Again

Today is my first day on my shiny new bicycle.

Three weeks ago my bicycle was stolen out of my back yard. But it took a couple of days for the thief to actually register. It had been a post Midnight Madness, post new dog kind of week...one where logic, emotion and action didn't exactly have paths of intersection...so I wasn't positive I hadn't left it somewhere and had just forgotten.

And then I wasn't exactly upset about it either. I hated that bike.

Years ago I had a bike I really liked. But it was an older off road style and it bugged my husband it was so clunky. So for our anniversary that year he bought me a new sleek one. But in August he had had only the dregs of the season to choose from. For a start, the one he chose only had a male seat. The gears were noisy no matter how much I adjusted them. And none of my accessories fit. But honestly it was the dull black and grey paint that bothered me the most.

So now I have a beautiful two-tone blue bicycle. The gears are as smooth as butter. It can fit my mirror, rack and bottle holder. And I'm back in the saddle again.